Curmudgeonette

Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette. I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.

Monday, May 27, 2019

Started with barfing, ended with giggling

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Last Saturday, Mom and I spent the morning cleaning my breezeway (after ripping out the carpet on Monday!) and it was hot, hot, hot.  She le...
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Monday, May 29, 2017

Notes to self

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1.  You need a new shovel. 2.  The morning after a hard rain is a great time to pull up unwanted saplings and other weeds. 3.  When you ...
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Sunday, April 23, 2017

Kolymsky Heights by Lionel Davidson

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The fact that I was expecting a horror novel and got a thriller is my fault, not the author's or the publisher. And since I am not a bi...
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Friday, April 07, 2017

Goodnight, Smoky Moon

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Smoky Moon, aka Little Miss Piggie Pie June, 1998-April 2017
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Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving Weekend To-Do List

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Updated Saturday, 11/26/16 1.   Be thankful.  Doing that all day, for my family, my friends, my dog, my job, that there are books and food...
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Saturday, September 03, 2016

Six thousand steps before lunch and panhandled by a toddler

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It's been a bit since I posted here, and I still need to finish my travelogue!  All I can say is that I haven't felt like writing.  ...
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Monday, May 16, 2016

Bordeaux to Britain, Days 6-8

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Day 6, 4/28/16 After coming back to the ship from Guernsey, getting cleaned up and eating dinner, Mom & I skipped the reception line f...
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Jammies
Mustelidae Jammicus Rufus, an aquatic mammal which thrives in environments containing deep bath tubs, luxurious bath products, exquisite paw polish, perfume, jewelry, high thread-count sheets and fluffy pillows. Owned by one adorable dog, possessed of a loving (if slightly crazy) family and generally a happy critter with goofy brain wiring. Do not feed green peppers to a Jammicus unless you would like them spit back at you at high velocity, and if you start petting one, be prepared to continue for a minimum of thirty minutes.
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